i can't really say like
"above all" i'm bored
but that sucks too

nauseous
boredom

bah
`

A WALL




THE: See Satre

you wouldn't
understand tho

when you're so steep on the curve now
learning that
that there will be no more light escaping
to cast distracting shadows on the wall
looking like plateaus
and lulling you to sleep
so it all keeps rushing away from you till your selves have
made you sick
and blindly now,
(here to great surprise) so
haphazardly
stumbling
(as i always said it would
be and never believed it )
on in

a frozen kaleidoscopic image
of me

there is a depth
of sensation
that can never
be quite measured
but exists where
the lines
or the curves
or the brush off into
nothingness leaves
the
artist alone
and you staring
at his precarious perch
on a wall of time

and i need a drink

dear henry
would
have understood

the patterns that surround your head

and the pain of compressing them into your already strained skull

bursting
and becoming

and settling in to expansive
collapse.

Art & Audience:

i'm fed up of teaching people english as a second language
in order to have someone to talk to
when nobody gives a fuck
anyway

and all these privates babble
at themselves meaningless
emo mirror crap
mistaken for tones of agreement

you're all deaf
and
horrible lip readers

so fuck off
in your impatience.

brandblueboy
on the horn
indefinetely
till me teeth are all out
of my tiny face

or at least the ones that
cut both ways

grinding me out of existence

not to get all up n graham's new journalism space but sveno is in the t.
or abouts for awhile,
-insert hometown here-
at least,

not to get all up n graham's new journalism space but sveno is in the t.
or abouts for awhile,
-insert hometown here-
at least,

prattle off and die old man
get the death rattle cough and die
so can you just leave me alone
until you decide to go on your own

roll,
roll over,
turn tricks
in your grave for all i care
throw the man a phone he could make it
with the way he mimics grace's moan
(thats a fakin' it)
halt at the bordercrossing platitudes and race's
roadbend just around the
giant willow tree in a cold
rising mist in
explicaply
torn from the landscape of
an inverted cousin
inbred beyond all event horizon
possiblities

i know, i know, its cuz im an ex crack head mesced up stoner so my memory keeps drifting away from me thats what for the dicTAphone otherwise im a gonna need some pro;
c)sady,
b)zac,
a)gression so i can retrace something until anyone else can see it

fuck theres no inspiration i know but can't

you just tell(squeel on me)
when i forced it?

title for previous post

?title of previous post:
sssssss
(line break)
o
now it's a poem

my face hurts
yah
ssssssss tit
ches in (coloured)tissues that keep
pulling apart into
cotten candy
mouth
pain
i had
some teeth removed today
because
my face
is: so-small

throw in a little oozing pus that always seems to kick things off right

woohooo you know the best feeling in the world? yah its that braces on the in side of your teeth cross-hatched kind-o-deal. when you feel like your face is caving in and sucking in the uni verse around it swirly style blue streaked culture up our ass first.

asimov was pretty good with his leagueuf twenty(check the ratio on his giant skull dumas). i must say brother hasn't realized a thing.

how they realize this being all dead and where these testie moanials come from,i haven't the faintest, that some big brained poseur displaced-loser's job.

and since it's the grand suck rather than the big bang the longer the why? do i eat phase, the more; absent the how?, and definitively stationary a being the shorter of course the death, it being all ass backwards. Many today never quite reaching the how stage find themselves dead before they know it.

its hard cuz i did muck around in it a it, i mean fusing two parts of it together, but i know at least
that mice get fed up pretty fast after they skip the light and the fantastic and the phantasmic. And all they get is a stupid t shirt and a number mines 503 yours can be 42.